Bedtime Story

Bedtime Story I am struggling, I can’t get out, I chop kick and I fight I hack at the vegetation so thick it cuts out the light. Where did it come from I can’t find my way It’s dark and suffocating but I still hack and I slay The sweat begins to pour from my body and face My heartbeat is jumping and starting to race Fear is gripping me and I begin to feel faint But I will get out, there will be no restraint. A last effort, I kick out hard, and a cry fills the air I cannot see anything, who is it there? “You kicked me you brute,” but I feel no guilt As hubby rescues me, from the new king sized quilt.